User blog comment:Corbus/The Stranded Souls/@comment-3474228-20111031205754

Kling's eyes open, a smile still on his face. He springs up, grabs a scimitar, which he places in a peculiar belt around his waist, and a long length of strong rope, which he twirls around as he walks out of his cabin and strides regally onto the main deck. "We stopped fer tea, Cap'n?" He grins.